Chapter 528 - Chapter 528: Jiang Ge came to pick up Alian, the successor of Director Jian from 212

Chapter 528: Jiang Ge came to pick up Alian, the successor of Director Jian from 212

“Desert Melody” and “The White Robed Journey” are of different styles, a composed and elegant minor tune.

Due to the domineering style of “The White Robed Journey,” reminiscent of a piano demon, it has a broader audience than “Desert Melody.”

Recently, the television just happens to be broadcasting “Great Yong”. The TV series has made this part of the story very clear, and many viewers who don’t understand traditional Chinese music have learned that among the ten famous guzheng songs, five are credited to this mentor and his two disciples alone.

As the young Miss Bai already comes with her own fan base, by the time the TV series had not yet finished airing, the actress playing her, Yan Lu, had already amassed a terrifying fan count of over thirty million.

Bai Lian spoke seriously.

However, President Jian felt like hitting her. “You’re so serious when you’re telling jokes. I don’t know whether to believe you’re Mr. Qin Jiu’s disciple or to believe that I’m Emperor Qin Shi Huang myself.”

“What do you think?” he asked Bai Lian again.

Is he really being brushed off like this? Was the old man that easy to deceive?

Bai Lian retracted her gaze and looked at the stage expressionlessly, her profile contoured by the interplay of light and shadow, her facial arc icy cold, as was her voice: “The next performance is about to begin. Shut up.”

President Jian: “…”

Young people can’t take a joke!

By President Jian’s side, Principal Luo, who had been sitting quietly, didn’t dare move an inch.

If someone had told Principal Luo a few days ago that there was someone in this world who dared to talk to their traditional music authority, President Jian, in such a manner, he would have thought they were crazy.

Now, he thought he was the one going crazy.

Principal Luo gently pinched his own leg. It hurt quite a bit.

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After the opening, the second performance was a solo pipa recital.

Only a beam of cold light shone on stage, highlighting the teacher in a gray cheongsam. With her hair up, the soothing sounds of the pipa began, like babbling brooks, graceful and lingering.

There was no dissonant style, just a violin blending in, a stunning cold moon overhead, as a beautiful woman slowly narrated the old dreams of a lost country.

Bai Lian listened to this piece even more attentively than the ones before. After the song ended, President Jian observed her still watching the stage, ” ‘Old Dreams,’ this style of music is also very beautiful, right?”

He originally thought Bai Lian would prefer the kind of music that fought against the elements like a fierce storm.

“Mhm.” Bai Lian nodded.

“The sounds of our traditional instruments are all beautiful, the pipa, guzheng, all rich in meaning,” President Jian casually remarked to Bai Lian during the interlude of the next piece, “Look how popular Yan Lu’s songs are, and how the number of people learning guzheng has increased.”

Indeed, after the guzheng song “Gambling with Liquor” became popular, many people started learning the guzheng.

As President Jian said this, he glanced at Bai Lian as if it were a casual afterthought, “So what do you think about being a bearer of traditional music heritage?”

This was his intent for this visit.

The reach of Bai Lian’s four new songs was too wide, to the point where even three-year-olds knew they were traditional style songs with guzheng, pipa, and bamboo flute…

With Yan Lu now famous across the nation because of “Great Yong,” President Jian had some concerns that Bai Lian might not compose for Yan Lu in the future.

A representative for traditional music might be completely buried in Jiangjing University.

Culture needs to be passed on and promoted; she almost had a natural aura for it. If he missed out on her, President Jian felt he might never encounter such a person again.

In fact, President Jian was aware that culture needs to change its means of expression in order to become widespread and evolve.

The traditional music scene had already started plans to turn Yan Lu into such a representative figure.

Bai Lian was the most important link in this chain.

“President Jian, that’s too much of a burden for me,” Bai Lian merely leaned back, her body relaxing, lashes drooping lazily.

A refusal.

Another refusal.

President Jian had anticipated her response. The good news was Bai Lian wasn’t so resistant; there might be a chance this time.

His expression was relaxed, unhurriedly saying, “It’s not heavy. Actually, you don’t need to do much, just continue writing songs for Yan Lu and spare some time to arrange music for the traditional orchestra.”

The performance came to a close.

“How do you feel tonight, any inspiration?” President Jian led Bai Lian out from backstage, “I’ll head back to Jiangjing in a couple of days.”

“I have some new ideas; I’ll go back to Xiangcheng and think it over tomorrow,” Bai Lian said, looking down at her phone. Her dog-friends had already sent her messages, and it seemed she also had urgent matters back home.

The evening performance was incredibly moving.

President Jian knew Bai Lian still had to wait for her college entrance exam results.

Principal Luo stood respectfully behind the two, and upon hearing that Bai Lian was actually from Xiangcheng, he was very surprised: “Miss Bai, you are welcome to visit our Music Association more often.”

He had already started calling her “Miss Bai” and knew that Bai Lian did not belong to any music association or music college.

“I will, thank you for your hospitality today,” Bai Lian thanked Principal Luo.